Gloryhole Swallows – Sabrina’s 3rd Visit Pic(s)
Sabrina knew the drill. The dim, echoing space, the rough wood pressing against her back, the anticipation thrumming in her lower belly. This was her third time at this particular gloryhole, and the anonymity, the raw, animalistic energy of it, still sent shivers down her spine. Tonight, she was ready. A low groan escaped her lips as a warm, wet mouth found its way around her clit, the rhythmic sucking and licking sending waves of pleasure through her. She arched her back, her hips grinding against the wood, urging the unseen man on. The pressure intensified, the rhythm quickening, and Sabrina cried out, her orgasm a shuddering release that left her breathless and weak. The lingering warmth on her clit was a testament to the encounter, a silent promise of more to come.
